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The water was warm, still carrying the heat of the day as it lapped against the edges of the Infinity Pool. Greg dipped his toe in first, the soft glow of the moon reflecting off the surface, casting ripples of silver light across the tiles. Miranda followed close behind, her hand trailing along his arm as she stepped into the pool,
the cool night air brushing against her damp skin. They had slipped away from their room after midnight, craving the solitude and quiet of the hotel's private pool, Or so they thought. Do you hear that? Miranda whispered, her voice barely audible over the low hum of cicadas in the distance. Gregg paused, tilting his head. At first, there was nothing but the rhythmic whoosh of water against the pool's edge, Then faintly something else, a breathy gasp, a moan, muffled
but unmistakable. His chest tightened, and he exchanged a glance with Miranda, whose lips parted in surprise. Are they she started? Though the question hung between them unfinished. Greg's heart thudded louder as they crept closer to the source of the noise, their bare feet silent on the wet tiles. The sound grew clearer, deeper, and then they saw them, another couple, lit only by the moonlight. Their silhouettes were entwined in the shallow end of the pool, bodies moving in sync
with the gentle sway of the water. Miranda's fingers tightened around Greg's wrist. Oh my god, she breathed, her voice trembling with a mix of shock and something else, curiosity. Greg couldn't tear his eyes away. The woman, Hannah, he would later learn, was pressed against the pool's edge, her back arching as Damien's hands grew, ripped her hips, pulling her closer with each thrust. Her hair clung to her neck, soaked and tangled, and her lips parted in a silent
cry of pleasure. Holy shit, Greg muttered under his breath, his pulse quickening. He didn't know whether to turn away or keep watching, but Miranda's hand on his arm anchored him in place. She wasn't looking at him any more. Her gaze was fixed on the couple. Her cheeks flushed, her breath shallow. Damien's head lifted suddenly, his eyes locking onto theirs. For a moment, everything froze. Greg felt exposed, caught in the act of witnessing something intimate and raw.
But Damien didn't look angry or embarrassed. No, his lips curved into a slow, knowing smile, and he held the gaze as Hannah let out another moan, louder, this time echoing across the empty pool area. You can join us if you want, Damien said, his voice smooth and unhurried, as if this were the most casual invitation in the world. Hannah turned her head, her eyes meeting Miranda's, and she smiled a lazy, inviting grin that sent a jolt of
electricity down Miranda's spine. Gregg glanced at Miranda, searching her face for hesitation, for doubt, but all he saw was desire, raw and unfiltered. Her lips parted slightly, and she nodded, almost imperceptibly. Go ahead, Damien urged, stepping back slightly, giving them space. Don't be shy. Miranda hesitated for only a second before stepping forward. The water rippled around her thighs as she waited closer. Greg followed, his heart hammering, his
body buzzing with anticipation. This was uncharted territory, something they'd never talked about, never even considered, but the energy in the air was electric, irresistible. Hannah reached out, her fingertips, brushing against Miranda's arm, leaving a trail of goose bumps in their wake. You're beautiful, she murmured, her voice low and sultry. Miranda shivered, her breath catching as Hannah's other hand found her waist, pulling her closer until their bodies
were almost touching. Greg watched, transfixed as Miranda's hands slid up Hannah's arms, exploring the taut muscles beneath her skin. Damien moved closer to him, his pre since commanding yet calm, relax he said, his tone reassuring, this is just about enjoying the moment. Gregg swallowed hard, nodding. Miranda's soft moan reached Greg's ears, ah, and he turned to see her and Hannah locked in a deep, passionate kiss, their bodies
pressed together, water cascading down their curves. The sight sent a surge of heat through him, erasing any lingering doubts. Hannah broke the kiss, her lips trailing down Miranda's neck as her hands explored lower, slipping beneath the fabric of her bikini top. Miranda gasped, her head falling back, her fingers tangling in Hannah's hair. Oh God, she breathed, Her voice trembed, mbling. Gregg's own desire flared, and Miranda's voice
cut through the haze. Gregg, she called softly, beckoning him closer. He pulled away from Damien reluctantly, his eyes meeting hers. She reached out, her fingers, interlacing with his, drawing him into their orbit. Hannah moved aside, making space for him, her hands already finding new places to explore. Miranda's lips found his, Her kiss urgent and demanding, her tongue teasing his as her hands tugged at the waistband of his swim trunks. I want you, she whispered against his mouth,
her voice thick with need. The water swirled around them, amplifying every sensation, the heat of their bodies, the slickness of their skin, the urgency of their movements. Gregg's hands wandered, tracing the curve of Miranda's hip before sliding over to Hannah, his fingers brushing against her thigh. She moaned softly, her head falling back as her hands guided his touch higher,
closer to where she wanted him. Miranda's presence was steady, grounding, her hands, exploring Gregg's body with a confidence that left no room for hesitation. The rhythm of the water matched the rhythm of their touches, their breaths, their heart beats, building to a crescendo that promised more, so, much more. But what do you want? Hannah asked, her voice of purr, her eyes locking on to Gregg's. His answer was to lift her so her legs were straddling his waist and
line her right up with his achingly hard cock. She understood, immediately, untying her bikini bottoms and tossing them aside, while Greg took off his boxers. The water, plus her earlier activities with her husband, meant she was lubricated enough for him to sheathe himself in a single thrust. Hannah slanted her lips over his tongue to muffle her moans, and Greg started to thrust slowly.
Oo oh ah.
Next to them, Damien was fucking Miranda with his fingers while she gripped the edge of the pool for dear life, whining from pleasure. Un ah ah ah. The sheer lewdness of the scene made it that Greg knew he wasn't going to last long here, so we picked up the pace, all while flicking Hannah's nipples. She muled back, arching obscenely until right there. Fuck that's it, ah. Hannah came right before Miranda, resting her head on Greg's shoulder as she
calmed down another round. Damien suggested Greg liked the way he thought our room or yours.
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